Famous Opening Lines | 101 Books Famous Opening Lines by Robert on October 8, 2010 I think some of the best book openings insert the reader into an immediate point of tension. There’s drama right off the bat. I can appreciate books that provide a lot of back story, but I have to make myself be patient. Moby Dick isn't on the list, but it has one of the most famous opening lines in the history of literature. So I’m adding one section–“the opening line”–to my reviews of the 101 books. I think it’s pretty self explanatory. I’ll simply write out the book’s opening line. If my review sucks, maybe the opening line will spur you on to read more. Since I’ll be doing this going forward, starting with my review of Gone With the Wind, I thought I’d write out the opening sentences of the four books I’ve already reviewed.

The Catcher in the Rye: “If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.” To Kill A Mockingbird: “When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.” Slaughterhouse Five: “All this happened, more or less.” Lord of the Flies: “The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon.” Even though its my least favorite of the first four books I’ve read, Lord of the Flies has my favorite opening line of these first several reads. Who is the boy with fair hair? Why is he climbing down a rock? Why is a kid in a lagoon? These are the questions I get from just reading that first sentence. I think The Catcher in the Rye has a great first sentence, too–one that provides a lot of questions and tension right away.

What’s your favorite opening line of any book? Lord of the Flies - William Golding Lord of the Flies William Golding The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon. Out there, perhaps a mile away, the white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue. Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake - blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple. The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin bow-stave, endless apparently, for to Ralph's left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity; and always, almost invisible, was the heat. The reef enclosed more than one side of the island, lying perhaps a mile out and parallel to what they now thought of as their beach. The coral was scribbled in the sea as though a giant had bent down to reproduce the shape of the island in a flowing, chalk line but tired before he had finished. Inside was peacock water, rock and weed showing as in an aquarium; outside was the dark blue of the sea.

The tide was running so that long streaks of foam tailed way from the reef and for a moment they felt that the boat was moving steadily astern. "I was choosing a place," said Jack. "I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him." "You should stick a pig," said Ralph fiercely. "They always talk about sticking a pig." "You cut a pig's throat to let the blood out," said Jack, "otherwise you can't eat the meat." "Why didn't you - ?" They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood. "You've noticed, haven't you?" Jack put down his spear and squatted. "Noticed what?" "Well, they're frightened... I mean the way things are. They dream. You can hear 'em. Have you been awake at night?" Jack shook his head. "They talk and scream. The littluns. Even some of the others. As if -" "As if it wasn't a good island... As if," said Simon, " the beastie, the beastie or the snake-thing, was real.

Remember?" "They've put on green branches," muttered Ralph. "I wonder!" He screwed up his eyes and swung round to search the horizon. "Got it!" Jack shouted so loudly that Ralph jumped. "What? Where? Is it a ship?" But Jack was pointing to the high declivities that lead down from the mountain to the flatter part of the island. "Of course! They'll lie up there - they must do, when the sun's too hot -" Ralph gazed bewildered at his rapt face. "- they get up high. High up and in the shade, resting during the heat, like cows at home -" "I thought you saw a ship!" "We could steal up on one - paint our faces so they wouldn't see - perhaps surround them and then -" Indigniation took away Ralph's control. "I was walking about smoke! Don't you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!" Simon dropped the screen of leaves back into place. The slope of the bars of honey-coloured sunlight decreased; they slid up the bushes, passed over the green candle-like buds, moved up towards the canopy, and darkness thickened under the trees.

With the fading of the light the riotous colours died and the heat and the urgency cooled away. The candle-bids stirred. Their green sepals drew back a little and the white tips of the flowers rose delicately to meet the open air. Now the sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdrawn from the sky. Darkness poured out, submerging the ways between the trees till they were dim and strange as the bottom of the sea. The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers glimmering under the light that pricked down from the first stars. Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island. Strange things happened at midday. The glittering sea rose up, moved apart in planes of blatant impossibility; the coral reef and the few, stunted palms that cling to the more elevated parts would float up into the sky, would quiver, be plucked apart, run like rain-drops on a wire or be repeated as in an odd succession of mirrors. Sometimes land loomed where there was no land and flicked out like a bubble as the children watched. The lagoon had protected them from the Pacific: and for some reason only Jack had gone right down to the water on the other side.

Now he saw the landsman's view of the swell and it seemed like the breathing of some stupendous creature. Slowly the water sank among the rocks, revealing pink tables of granite, strange growths of coral, polyp, and weed. Down, down, the waters went, whispering like the wind amond the heads of the forest. There was one flat rock there, spread like a table, and the waters sucking down on the four weedy sides made them like cliffs. Then the sleeping leviathan breathed out - the waters rose, the weed streamed, and the water boiled over the table rock with a roar. There was no sense of the passage of waves; only this minute-long fall and rise and fall. The filmy enchantments of mirage could not endure the cold ocean water and the horizon was hard, clipped blue. Ralph wandered down to the rocks. Down here, almost on a level with the sea, you could follow with your eye the ceaseless bulging passage of the deep sea waves. They were miles wide, apparently not breakers or the banked ridges of shallow water.

They travelled the length of the island with an air of disregarding it and being set on other business; they were less a progress than a momentous rise and fall of the whole ocean. Now the sea would suck down, making cascades and waterfalls of retreating water, would sink past the rocks and plaster down the seaweed like shining hair; then. pausing, gather and rise with a roar, irresistibly swelling over point and outcrop, climbing the little cliff, sending at last an arm of surf up a gully to end a yard or so from him in fingers of spray. Simon looked up, feeling the weight of his wet hair, and gazed up at the sky. Up there, for once, were clouds, great bulging towers that sprouted away over the island, grey and cream and copper-coloured. The clouds were sitting on the land; they squeezed, produced moment by moment, this close, tormenting heat. Even the butterflies deserted the open space where the obscene thing grinned and dripped. Simon lowered his head, carefully keeping his eyes shut, then sheltered them with his hand. There were no shadows under the trees but everywhere a pearly stillness, so that what was real seemed illusive and without definition.

The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted the runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leap-frog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back, saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood - and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition. In Simon's right temple, a pulse began to beat on the brain. Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon were pulling; and the film of water on the earth planet was held, buldging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide moved further along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out towards the open sea.

The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. Piggy, saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, travelled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across that square, red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in a long slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone. The officer grinned cheerfully at Ralph. "We saw your smoke. What have you been doing? Having a war or something?" Ralph nodded. The officer inspected the little scarecrow in front of him. The kid needed a bath, a hair-cut, a nose-wipe and a good deal of ointment. "Nobody killed, I hope? Any dead bodies?" "Only two. And they've gone." The officer leaned down and looked closely at Ralph.

"Two? Killed?" Ralph nodded again. Behind him, the whole island was shuddering with flame. The officer knew, as a rule, when people were telling the truth. He whistled softly. Ralph looked at him dumbly. For a moment he had a fleeting picture of the strange glamour that had once invested the beaches. But the island was scorched up like dead wood - Simon was dead - and Jack had... The tears began to flow and sobs shook him. He gave himself up to them now for the first time on the island; great, shuddering spasms of grief that seemed to wrench his whole body. His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

[an error occurred while processing this directive] page views Lord of the Flies Quotations - Essay - Tommy Lord of the Flies Quotations By: Tommy • Essay • 1,674 Words • December 24, 2009 • 923 Views Page 1 of 7 Join now to read essay Lord of the Flies Quotations Lord of the Flies William Golding The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon. Out there, perhaps a mile away, the white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue. Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake - blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple. The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin bow-stave, endless apparently, for to Ralph's left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity; and always, almost invisible, was the heat. The reef enclosed more than one side of the island, lying perhaps a mile out and parallel to what they now thought of as their beach.

The coral was scribbled in the sea as though a giant had bent down to reproduce the shape of the island in a flowing, chalk line but tired before he had finished. Inside was peacock water, rock and weed showing as in an aquarium; outside was the dark blue of the sea. The tide was running so that long streaks of foam tailed way from the reef and for a moment they felt that the boat was moving steadily astern. "I was choosing a place," said Jack. "I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him." "You should stick a pig," said Ralph fiercely. "They always talk about sticking a pig." "You cut a pig's throat to let the blood out," said Jack, "otherwise you can't eat the meat." "Why didn't you - ?" They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood. "You've noticed, haven't you?" Jack shouted so loudly that Ralph jumped. "What? Where? Is it a ship?" But Jack was pointing to the high declivities that lead down from the mountain to the flatter part of the island. "Of course!

They'll lie up there - they must do, when the sun's too hot -" Ralph gazed bewildered at his rapt face. "- they get up high. High up and in the shade, resting during the heat, like cows at home -" "I thought you saw a ship!" "We could steal up on one - paint our faces so they wouldn't see - perhaps surround them and then -" Indigniation took away Ralph's control. "I was walking about smoke! Don't you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!" Simon dropped the screen of leaves back into place. The slope of the bars of honey-coloured sunlight decreased; they slid up the bushes, passed over the green candle-like buds, moved up towards the canopy, and darkness thickened under the trees. With the fading of the light the riotous colours died and the heat and the urgency cooled away. The candle-bids stirred. Their green sepals drew back a little and the white tips of the flowers rose delicately to meet the open air. Now the sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdrawn from the sky.

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Please sign your comments. Students- please spell-check and proofread. Sunday, March 23, 2008 Lord of the Flies Freshmen: choose 7 literary terms to define. For each term, provide examples by finding and quoting at least 2 excerpts from the novel. Include respective page numbers in parentheses after each quote. B Block English Characterization: The techniques by which an author develops characters “The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.” (Page 7) “Signs of life were visible now on the beach. The sand, trembling beneath the heat haze, concealed many figures in its miles of length;” (Page 18) Symbol: The concrete expression of an abstract idea, or literal representation of a figurative meaning, such as a heart for love or a dove for. “We can use this to call the others.” (Page 16) “That’s right. Can’t catch my breath. I was the only boy in our school what had asthma.” (Page 9) Setting: The time and place in which the story occurs.

“… a great platform of pink granite thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high.” (Page 12) “The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.” (Page 7) Dialogue: Conversation between characters. “‘My auntie told me not to run,’ he explained, ‘on account of my asthma.’” “‘ Ass-mar?’” (Page 9) Conflict: A struggle between characters or forces (external) or within a character (internal.) “ ‘Let him have the conch!’” “ ‘A snake-thing. Ever so big. He saw it.’” Motif: Recurring word(s), references, or images usually employed to reinforce theme. “…on account of my asthma…” (Page 9) “…blow the conch…” (Page 15) Narrator: Characterization—the techniques by which an author develops characters •The fat boy glanced over his shoulder, and then leaned toward Ralph. He whispered.

“They used to call me Piggy.” (Page 11) •“Piggy was shouting something, his face pleased, his glasses flushing.”(Page17) Symbol— the concrete expression of an abstract idea, or literal representation of a figurative meaning, such as a heart for love or a dove for peace. •“A conch he called it. He used to blow it and then his mum would come. It’s ever so valuable.” (Page 15) •“My Auntie told me not to run,” he explained, “on account of my asthma.” (Page 9) (Piggy is fat and ironically he has asthma) Setting— the time and place in which the story occurs •“This is an island. At least I think it’s an island. That’s a reef out in the sea.

Perhaps there aren’t any grownups anywhere.” (Page 8) •“The undergrowth of the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.” (Page 7) Protagonist—the central character in a story •“By the time Ralph finished blowing the conch the platform was crowded.” (Page 32) •“So you see,” said Ralph, “We need hunters to get us meat. And another thing” (Page 33) Conflict—A struggle between characters or forces (external) or within a character (internal.) •“A snake-thing. Ever so big. He saw it.” (Page 35) (The littluns thought it was a monster) •“You cut a pig’s throat to let the blood out,” said Jack, “otherwise you can’t eat the meat.”(Page 31) Dialogue—Conversation between characters •“My Auntie told me not to run,” he explained, “on account of my asthma.” “Ass-mar?

” (Page 9) •“Aren’t there any grownups at all?” “I don’t think so.”(Page 8) Motif—Recurring word(s), references, or images usually employed to reinforce theme •“on account of my asthma”(Page 9) •“blow the conch” (Page 15) Suzanne March 24, 2008 at 9:08 AM Anonymous said... 1. Character—An individual who participates in the action of a literary work. “ my auntie told me not to run, on account I have asthma” Page 8. “ Ralph shook his head and increased his speed”. Page 9. 2 Setting—The time and place in which the story occurs. “ no grown ups” page 8. “ here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape” page 12 3. Plot—the chain of events that take place in the story. “look a shell” page 15 . “vote for chief Ralph said. Page 23 4. Characterization-—The techniques by which an author develops characters. “ He's not fatty hes piggy” page 21.

“ there twins Same and Eric” page 21. 5. Conflict—A struggle between characters or forces (external) or within a character (internal.) “ let vote for Ralph piggy said no jack says roger” page 22. “ We don’t want you as leader jack said” page 24 6. Climax—The moment of peak interest and intensity and/or the turning point in the story “ yah Ralph leader!!!” page 24 “ come on jack said where explorers” page 26 7. Theme—The central idea or message of a literary work “here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape” page 12. the boy lowered himself down the last few feet of rocks and began to pick his way toward the lagoon” page 1. Stephen Tessier period B Anonymous said... Characterization—The techniques by which an author develops characters Piggy says: “That’s right. Can’t catch my breath. I was the only boy in my school what had asthma. He also said: “And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.” (p. 9) “The fat boy glanced over his shoulder, then leaned toward Ralph. He whispered.

‘They used to call me Piggy.’ (p. 10) Mood—The atmosphere or feeling created by a literary work, partly by a description of the objects or by the style of the descriptions. “Signs of life were visible now on the beach. The sand trembling beneath the heat haze, concealed many figures in its mile of length: boys were making their way toward the platform through the hot, dumb sand.” (p. 18) “The pink granite of the next cliff was further back from the creepers and trees so that they could trot up the path. This again led into more open forest so that they had a glimpse of the spread sea.” (p. 27) Imagery—Words and phrases that recreate vivid sensory experiences “He snatched his knife out of the sheath and slammed it into a tree trunk. Next time there would be no mercy. (p. 31) “He raised his arm in the air.

There came a pause, a hiatus, the pig continued to scream and the creepers to jerk, and the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm.” (p.31) Metaphor—A comparison of two dissimilar things not using the words like or as “Here the roots and stems of creepers were in such tangles that the boys had a thresad through them like pliant needles.” (p. 26) “A rock, almost detached, standing like a fort” (p. 29) Rising Action—The part of the plot in which complications develop and conflict intensifies. “The pile was so rotten, and now so tinder-dry, that whole limbs yielded passionately to the yellow flames that poured upwards and shook a great beard of flame twenty feet in the air.” (p.41) “More and more of them came. Taking their cue from the innocent Johnny, they sat down on the fallen palm trunks and waited.” (p. 18) Symbol—The concrete expression of an abstract idea, or literal representation of a figurative meaning, such as a heart for love or a dove for peace Piggy says: “That’s right. Can’t catch my breath.

I was the only boy in my school what had asthma. He also said: “And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.” (p. 9) “Ralph’s right of course. There isn’t a snake-thing. But if there was a snake we’d hunt it and kill it.” Dialogue—Conversation between characters “No grownups!” The fat boy thought for a moment. “That pilot.” (p. 8) “Aren’t you going to swim?” “I can’t swim, I wasn’t allowed. My asthma” “Sucks to your ass-mar!” ~Brian Gannon March 24, 2008 at 9:11 AM Anonymous said... Symbol—The concrete expression of an abstract idea, or literal representation of a figurative meaning, such as a heart for love or a dove for peace The conch is a form of symbolism in The Lord of the Flies. When there is a lot of noise, there had to be a way to make everyone quiet again. Ralph and everyone agreed to use the conch. “Ralph smiled and held up the conch for silence” [23] “He used to blow it and then his mum would come.

It’s ever so valuable—“[15] Imagery—Words and phrases that recreate vivid sensory experiences Imagery is used to describe either a character, or a scene. “He was a boy of perhaps six years, sturdy and fair, his clothes torn, his face covered with a sticky mess of fruit.” [17] “The coral was scribbled in the sea as though a giant had bent down to reproduce the shape of the island in a flowing chalk line but tired before he had finished.”[29] Cliché—A trite and overused expression or idea Piggy would always use his asthma as an excuse not to run. “My auntie told me not to run,” he explained, “on account of my asthma.” [9] “I can’t swim. I wasn’t allowed. My asthma—“[13] Characterization—The techniques by which an author develops characters When the character talks it’s almost like they are characterizing themselves. Ralph says, “Sucks to your auntie!”[13] Jack says, “I ought to be chief because I’m chapter chorister and head boy, I can sing C sharp.” [22] Dialogue—Conversation between characters Anonymous said...

Characterization—The techniques by which an author develops characters “The naked crooks of his knees were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, removed the thorns carefully, and turned around. He was shorter than the fair boy and fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet, and then looked up through thick spectacles.” (Page 7) “The creature was a party of boys, marching approximately in step in two parallel lines and dressed in strangely eccentric clothing. Shorts, shirts, and different garments they carried in their hands; but each boy wore a square black cap with a silver badge on it.” (Page 19) Imagery—Words and phrases that recreate vivid sensory experiences “The shore was fledged with palm trees. These stood or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air. The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees scattered with decaying coconuts and palm trees.

Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar.” (Pages 9-10) “When these breezes reached the platform the palm fronds would whisper, so that spots of blurred sunlight slid over their bodies or moved like bright, winged things in the shade.” (Page 15) Dialogue—Conversation between characters Anonymous said... Characterization: The techniques by which an author develops characters. - "He took off his glasses and held them out to Ralph, blinking and smiling, and then started to wipe them against his grubby windbreaker. An expression of pain and inward concentration altered the pale contours of his face. He smeared from his cheeks and quickly adjusted the spectacles on his nose." (Pg. 9) - "Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony; and his hair was red beneath the black cap. His face crumpled and freckled, and ugly without silliness. Out of this face stared two light blue eyes, frusterated now, and turning, or ready to turn, to anger." (Pg. 20) Dialogue: Conversation between characters. March 24, 2008 at 6:18 PM Anonymous said...

Imagery—Words and phrases that recreate vivid sensory experiences: “The fair hair boy began to pick his way as casually as possible toward the water.”pg.8 “He took his glasses and held them out to Ralph, blinking and smiling, and then started to wipe them against his grubby wind breaker.” Characterization—The techniques by which an author develops characters: “The faired hair boy lowered himself.”pg7 “The fat boy thought for a moment”pg8 Onomatopoeia—Words that imitate sounds: “Wacco!”pg33 “Bong!” pg33 Dialogue—Conversation between characters: “We could go by the shore. There’s fruit” “That’s right”pg108 “How does he know we’re here?” “They’d tell him at the airport.” Pg14 Mood—The atmosphere or feeling created by a literary work, partly by a description of the objects or by the style of the descriptions.

“Shut up!”pg89 “Nuts!” Setting—The time and place in which the story occurs: “The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering”pg7 Tone—The attitude of a writer towards a subject, as comes through in the “voice” of the words used. : “ Shut up!” Ralph said absently. “No Grownups!” -Joey Wilkes Anonymous said... Metaphor-Something used to represent something else. 'All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath or heat' (page 7) 'These stood or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air' (page 9) Simile-A comparing sentence using like or as.

'The creepers were as thick as their thighs and left little but tunnels for further penetration.' (page 27) 'Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake.' (page 10) Setting-The locale or period in which the action of a novel, play, film, etc., takes place 'He climbed over a broken trunk and was out of the jungle.' (page 9) 'Piggy appeared again, sat on the rocky ledge, and watched ralphs green and white body enviously.' (page 12) Characterization-The creation and convincing representation of fictitious characters. 'Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony; and his hair was red beneath the black cap.' (page 20) 'He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of childhood and not yet old enough for adolescense to have made him awkward.' (page 10) Character-A person in a book "They used to call me piggy." (page 11) "But Merridew" (page 20) Anonymous said... Characterization: The techniques by which an author develops characters.

- “ Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin and bony: and his hair was red beneath the black cap.” (pg 20) - “I was the only boy in our school what had asthma,” said the fat boy with a touch of pride. “And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.” (pg 9) Climax: The moment of peak interest and intensity and/ or the turning point in the story. - “Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.” (pg 69) - “You let the fire go out.” (pg 69) Comedy: Depicts humorous incidents in which protagonists are faced with moderate difficulty but overcome them and the play ends happily. - “I’ve been thinking,” he said, “about a clock. We could make a sundial. We could put a stick in the sand and then-” “And an airplane, and a TV set,” said Ralph sourly, “and a steam engine.” (pg 64) - “ I can’t swim. I wasn’t allowed.

My asthma-” “Sucks to your ass-mar.” (pg 13) Irony: A contrast between what is said and meant or between what is expected and what happens. - He whispered. “They used to call me ‘Piggy.’” Ralph shrieked with laughter. He jumped up. “Piggy! Piggy!” (pg 11) - “That little ‘un-” gasped Piggy- “him with the mark on his face, I don’t see him. Where is he now?” (pg 46) Settings: The time and place in which the story occurs. - “This is an island. At least I think it’s an island.” (pg 7) - “Ralph sat on a fallen trunk, his left side to the sun.” (pg 32) Simile: A comparison of dissimilar things using the words “like” or “as”.

- “The darkness seemed to flow round them like a tide.” (pg 120) - “They tried the forest but it was thick and woven like a bird’s nest.” (pg 116) Tone: The attitude of a writer toward a subject, as comes through in the “voice” of the words used. - “Ralph pursed his lips and squirted air into the shell, which emitted a low, farting noise. This amused both boys so much that Ralph went on squirting for some minutes, between bouts of laughter.” (pg 17) - “We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” (pg 92) Sarah Tenglin March 25, 2008 at 6:53 PM Anonymous said... 1.Characterization- The techniques by which an author develops characters. "they used to call me piggy. Ralph shrieked with laughter. He jumped up. Piggy! Piggy!" (Page 11) The pause was only long enough for them to realize what a enormity the downstroke would be.

Then the piglet tore loose from the creepers, and scurried into the undergrowth" (Page 31) 2. Conflict- a struggle between characters(external) ,or within a character(internal). " Don't you want to be rescued. All you can talk about is Pig!Pig!Pig!" (Page 54) Ralph was on his feet too shouting for quiet, but no one heard him"(Page 38) 3. Foreshadowing- a hint of what is going to happen. "A snake-thing ever so big, he saw it"( Page 35) "As if, said Simon, the beastie, or the snake-thing was real"(Page 52) 4. imagery- words, or phrases that recreate vive sensual experiences. "They found a piglet caught in a curtain of creepers" (Page 31) "The great rock loitered, poised on one toe"(Page 28) 5.

Personification- to give human traits to an innanimate object "The great rock loitered, poised on one toe"(Page 28) "the shattered rock held up their stacks, and chimneys" 6.Rising Action-the part of the plot in which complications develop." A snake-thing ever so big, he saw it"(Page 35) "What d'you mean there wasn't any smoke, only flame." 7.Setting- The time, and place in which the story took place."The ground beneath them was a bank covered with cooarse grass, torn everywhere by upheavals of fallen trees."(Page 9-10) "The tide was coming in, and there was only a narrow strip of firm beach" Justin St. Jean March 25, 2008 at 11:36 PM Anonymous said... Metaphor-comparsion without using like or as ex.

"all around him the long scar samashed into the jungle was a bath of heat" "these stood or leaned or reclined agianst the light their green feathers are a hundred feet up(p.9) Simile- a comprasion using like or as ex "the creepers were as thick as thier thighs and left little but tunnels for futher pentration"(p.27) "Within the irregular arc of coral the lagon was still as mountain lake" (p.10) setting- time aand place the story takes place in ex. "he climbed over the broken trunk and was out of th jungle"(p.9) "piggy appaered agian,sat on the rock ledge" chracterization- portrayal; description of a chracter ex. "inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin and bony and his hair was red"(p.20)"He was old enough, tweleve years old and a few months to have lost his proment tummy..." Chracter- someone in the novel ex"they use to calll me piggy"(p.11)"but merridew"(p.20) Dialogue- when someone is talking ex.

"piggy""piggy""oh piggy" p.12 "piggy""piggy""ralph please" p.11 Conflict- conflict occurs when the protagonist is opposed by some person or force in the play ex. "I cant swim, I want allowed my asthma" (p.13) " I ought to be cheif" said jack with argoance. (p.20) -Patrick Traverse Anonymous said... Characterization—the techniques by which an author develops characters 1.Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin and bony; and his hair was red beneath the black cap. (20) 2.He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of childhood and not yet enough for adolescence to have mode him awkward. (10) Metaphor—A comparison of two dissimilar things not using the words like or as 1.All around him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. (7) 2.The shore was fledging with palm trees. These stead or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers.

(9) Dialogue—Conversation between characters March 26, 2008 at 3:46 PM Anonymous said... Characterization: "Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony; and his hair was red beneath the balck cap. His face was crumpled and freckled, and ugly without silliness."(20) "he, was a skinny, vivid little boy, with a glance coming up from under a hat of straight hair that hung down, black and course."(24) Setting: "Here and there, little breezes crept over the polished waters beneath the haze of heat."(15) "Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscapes."(12) Conflict: "I hit him, said Ralph indignatly. I hit him with my spear, I wounded him." (114) "kill the pig! cut his throat! kill the pig! Bash him in!" (114) Irony: "There was a ship. Out there. You said you'd keep the fire going and you let it out!"(70) "They might have seen us.

We might have gone home-."(70) Imagery: "It was roughly boat-shaped:humped near this end with behind them the jumbled decent of the shore."(29) " Jack's face was white under the freckles."(31) Similie: "The reef enclosed more than one side of the island, lying perhaps a mile out and parellel the the what they now thought of as their beach."(29) "The darkness seemed to flow round them like a tide."(120) Personification: "Here, the eye was first attacked to a black, bat-like creature that danced on the sand, and only later perceived the body above it."(19) "the sand, trembling beneath the heat haze......"(18) Derek Schwartz F Anonymous said... 1.Characterization: The techniques by which an author develops characters -"Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony; and his hair was red beneath the black cap.

His face was crumpled and freckled, and ugly without silliness."(20) -"He was a skinny, vivid little boy, with a glance coming up from under a hat of straight hair that hung down, black and course."(24) 2.Setting: The time and place in which the story occurs. -"Here and there, little breezes crept over the polished waters beneath the haze of heat."(15) -"Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscapes."(12) 3.Conflict: A struggle between characters or forces (external) or within a character (internal.) -"I hit him with my spear, I wounded him." (114) -"Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!" (114) 4.Irony: A contrast between what is said and meant or between what is expected and what happens. -"There was a ship out there. You said you'd keep the fire going and you let it out!"(70) -"They might have seen us.

We might have gone home."(70) 5.Imagery: Words and phrases that recreate vivid sensory experiences. -"It was roughly boat-shaped: humped near this end with behind them the jumbled decent of the shore."(29) -"Jack's face was white under the freckles."(31) 6.Simile: A comparison of dissimilar things using the words “like” or “as”. -“The coral was scribbled in the sea as though a giant had bent down to reproduce the shape of the island in a flowing chalk line but tired before he had finished.” (29) -"The darkness seemed to flow round them like a tide."(120) 7.Personification: to give human traits to an inanimate object. -"Here, the eye was first attacked to a black, bat-like creature that danced on the sand, and only later perceived the body above it."(19) -"The sand, trembling beneath the heat haze..."(18) -Mike Twitchell Anonymous said...

Setting- “The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass” (10) “out there, perhaps alike a way, the white surf flinked on a coral reef beyond that the sea was dark blue”(10) Characterization- “Inside the floating clock he was tall, thin, and bony” and he was red beneath the cap” (20) “There was morise, next in size among the choir to jock, but broad and grinning” (21) Imagery- “The three boys walked briskly on the sand” (25) “He sighed, bent, and laced up his shoes” (38) Similie- “The darkness seemed to flow around them like a tide” (120) -Meg O'Neal

Question: """The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last fewfeet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon"", is the first line of which novel?"
Answer: 'LORD OF THE FLIES'